The poet is like the prince of cloudsWho haunts the tempest and laughs at the archer;Exiled on the ground in the midst of jeers,His giant wings prevent him from walking.

The poet is like the prince of cloudsWho haunts the tempest and laughs at the archer;Exiled on the ground in the midst of jeers,His giant wings prevent him from walking.
Charles Baudelaire

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The poet is like the prince of cloudsWho haunts the tempest and laughs at the archer;Exiled on the ground in the midst of jeers,His giant wings prevent him from walking. Charles Baudelaire

The poet is like the prince of cloudsWho haunts the tempest and laughs at the archer;Exiled on the ground in the midst of jeers,His giant wings prevent him from walking.
Charles Baudelaire